EPILOGUE
Rip
One Year Later
Colby was going to drive me to drink.
And I loved her.
But I mean, sledding? At six months pregnant?
I tried not to lose my mind when Colby toppled over in two feet of snow.
She was fine.
It was all fine.
I was going to turn into a helicopter fiancé if I didn’t rein it in. She waved over at me, I waved back.
“Losing your shit.” Banks hit me on the back and handed me a cup of coffee. “Don’t worry, I spiked it.” He waved at Colby. “She’s the best.”
“Mine,” I growled.
“I know, that’s why I gave you this mug.”
I looked down and groaned. “Will do chores for a BJ.”
“Great.” I sighed.
Banks motioned her over while Ben and Viera started building a snowman. When she approached, he grinned and then ran off toward the kids. He was incorrigible.
But it was nice to keep him around.
After the accident it had taken a while for Colby to recover physically, and we’d both shed tears over the random man with the name Brooks.
I’d thought her accident would set me back.
Instead it helped me grieve in a way I’d never been able to before.
Because now I knew that nothing was promised.
It was often messy.
But worth it.
I didn’t have all the answers.
But what I did know?
Life isn’t easy.
But it’s good.
So damn good.
“Nice cup.” Colby crossed her arms. “You trying to send me a message, Rip?”
I held it up. “Nahhh.”